Beware the Time Bandit

Time Bandit Wanted Man

Ten days left in August.  September is waiting to sweep in.  Labor Day, Halloween, Thanksgiving....and then....well, you know what's ahead.  Where, oh, where, does the time go?  I am still in June...or maybe very early July.  Somehow the seasons, the months...even the days...are rushing by me and am left running after them.  

This morning is grey and overcast.  The Pacific's marine layer has reached all the way into the Inland Empire.  The IE, as you may recall, is fifty miles at least inland from the coast.  This does mean a cooler day, more humidity and a foretaste of autumn.  But I'm not ready for fall.  I still need to live into summer.   Perhaps it's the sameness of the seasons in Southern California.  But, contrary to popular impressions, SoCal does have its seasons.  This is one of them.  I call it seasonal disharmony.  It is unsettled, even uncomfortable, and can definitely catch you off guard.

So I say the heck with it.  It is summer.  It is at least until the autumnal equinox.  And it is so even as the days grow shorter and the kids go back to school (in August!).  It is all a state of mind anyway.  Plus I am one of those guys who still wears shorts in winter.  After all, it is Southern California.  

Take that time bandit.  You can't rob me of time and season without paying a price.  Or can you?

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